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[kissthefuture]

[cannibxl-deactivated20171016]

The morning light rose over Hannibal, and over the dark presence beside him, rose over armored feet, a war fan held in gauntlets, a breastplate and at last the iron mask and horned helmet of a samurai commander. The armor was seated on the raised platform. — Hannibal Rising, Thomas Harris

[finesuicide]

          ‘ oh, of course … the president’s heart, for example. i wonder how does it taste.  ‘

[pitifulthing-a]

           ❝ That would be quite the treat---- but unfortunately the only hearts I have stored away are that of other surly animals. ❞ Hannibal restores patience by not keeping up with politics.  ❝ I assure you, if the opportunity arose--- I’d give you the first bite.❞

[pitifulthing-a]

CONTINUED FROM HERE. 

            ❝ Pray we can fix that. What do you crave? ❞

                              // @gutles

[finesuicide]

             ‘ STARVING. ‘

[pitifulthing-a]

            ❝ A word I enjoy hearing---- are you in the mood for anything en particulier? ❞

[karatsfew]

      now we see but a dim reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.

                                                        independent && selective   //   written by robert & morgan

[sweetoothgirl]

Peach and Cinnamon Caramel Ice Cream

[towmel-deactivated20201117]

[intensefoodcravings]

Surf and Turf: Steak and Lobster with Spicy Roasted Garlic Chimichurri Butter | Half Baked Harvest

[moonflowermonster]

I want to sever you. Defend against you. I want to speak for you. As if I know what you'll do.

[eightheads]

“The magic door is always attractive - step through and leave all your burdens behind.”

Do not repost my edits please.

[flurgburgler]

Today’s warm up sketch: when Jack tells em they gonna catch the killer

[agcntstarbuckarchive-blog]

                           She: Jodie Foster’s foster child                                   on a Payless budget….

                                                                                                                              (credit)

[pitifulthing-a]

                            I THINK I’LL EAT YOUR HEART.

                                         ( Dr. Hannibal Lecter, Baltimore MD )

[whichmorgan-archive]

          if debra is not the most difficult patient hannibal has ever encountered, she is surely one of the worst. the woman knows no limit to her stubbornness, and she is not naturally inclined to the patience that therapy takes. a series of steps. he’s fortunate to be so calm, because debra then unconsciously mirrors it after a moment of brief consideration. the breath she had been holding in her lungs is expelled, and antsy ms. morgan snatches her purse up from the coffee table and slings it over her shoulder.            ❛ great, ❜ she comments idly, chocolate eyes finding the window and analyzing the clouds just outside. she figures they’ve got a solid forty minutes before the weather breaks and it rains, but only for somewhere between twenty minutes to an hour. that’s the usual, anyway. if you don’t like the rain in miami, wait. it’ll change sooner or later. when she looks back to the doctor, she doesn’t return the smile.. but perhaps her fair features clear of their own storm clouds, and leave her looking just a little bit softer.            ❛ you don’t have anybody after me, right? ❜ she assumes not, it is getting later in the day, and so the question doesn’t sound as much like a question as it is meant to.  ❛ maybe we can eat. ❜

[pitifulthing-a]

               WE CAN EAT.  Hannibal’s saline smile melts onto his features. He retraces his steps toward the closet usually reserved for supplies--- an umbrella tucked against the wall, which he retrieves. It looks expensive, custom made with a hand carved handle. Something Gothic, but fitting for the doctor. He approaches Debra again, smiling the all familiar friendly grin. An hour out with one of his favorite patients--- not something he does often but appreciates her willingness to still spend time on RECOVERY.  ❝ Baltimore’s showers are pleasant this time of year, if you appreciate the weather as much as I do. With rain, comes growth--- my garden will appreciate it. ❞

            Gesturing to the door, he will follow her out. In most cases he would suggest cooking for her but he could sense the humidity of his office would extend to the rest of his house--- if only a placebo feeding Debra’s claustrophobic attitude toward staying indoors.   ❝ I’m sure you can anticipate this restaurant not being the usual FAST FOOD place lingering on the city’s corners but I’m sure you will enjoy the light meal. ❞ He can tell her now, he will be covering the bill. It wasn’t the most expensive, but it wasn’t cheap either.   

              ❝ They expect me sometime every few weeks so we shouldn’t worry about finding a table. ❞ As of now, Hannibal was just filling the silence.  ❝ Do you like sea-food? ❞ She’s from Miami, of course she does. He’s just being POLITE.

[lavishlawyer]

[pitifulthing-a]

lavishlawyer:

Bon appetit !

[imcgo-blog]

@pitifulthing / / 

“you’re sort of the last person i ever want to see, you know.” ‘sort of’ is just thrown in for the hell of it. but will isn’t sure how to judge the man’s presence. either it’s a threat, or it’s a warning. neither are his favorite choices for company. “should i be flattered by the visit or should i just say my last prayer.”

[pitifulthing-a]

              Hannibal reflected absently on Will’s method of syntax. Uselessly felt between the lines, but not without smugness. ❝ Perhaps a call would have sufficed. ❞ But his comfort here does not portray that as being honest. Do not underestimate the Doctor’s determination, especially when it comes to Will Graham. 

          ❝ You and I both know any utterance of GOD would not be the last thing on your lips, Will. ❞ So, the former was their best bet--- until Lecter revealed his honest reasons for stopping by unannounced. If there was ever a reason besides his optimistic and demonic curiosity.   

[pitifulthing-a]

“No fear is more powerful than fear of the unknown.”

Horror Inspired Starters.

              ❝ For most, that is true.❞ Like the beckoned curiosity of a hand to reach far beyond enlightened limits, into the dark abyss of unknown. ❝ Lack of certainty allows the imagination to run wild--- most of what thoughts bring are from paranoia and anxiety.❞ Perhaps a snake lies ahead in the dark pit, is one so willing to reach down inside with the uncertain presence of harm?

             ❝ Do you fear from your human incapability for omniscience?❞